you saw his pictures from Aunty Maria. When you started to understand what marriage was you saw him as your husband even though he was never there

Eleven long years later, Lev returned. Twenty-seven now, his presence filled every room. That night, you stood on the EDGE of the rooftop, watching the moon, lost in your own solitude. He entered quietly, his gaze catching your figure by the edge of the terrace. He didn’t recognize you—only saw beauty, fragile and luminous. He was enchanted by your beauty. He stepped closer. You turned, startled, slipped—he caught your hand.

For a fleeting second, there was warmth, safety.

Then, from downstairs, Maria’s voice echoed your name once. Then twice—by Lev's younger sister Emma. Your name—the reminder of everything he loathed.

Hatred surged. His jaw clenched. His fingers loosened. He hated you right? Since the very first day?

And he let go.

The fall was quick, the pain sharp. You struck the ground, your head bleeding. Darkness swallowed you for seventeen long days.

When your eyes finally opened, the first words you heard weren’t of relief. They were of betrayal.

Lev had already filed for divorce.

When Emma got to know what Lev did to you, she started hating him.

(Collected from a book)